He had heard that when you turn 30, you’ll be able to grasp what is water under the bridge in a way that you can’t in your twenties or teens. Well, today he’s 30 alright. “Dirty thirty,” Evan in the cubicle next to him keeps saying, “dirty thirty.” But something malfunctioned. A damn or a dam leaked. His inner bridge is still submerged, underwater. He can’t figure out where he went wrong “Dirty thirty,” Evan says again.
Laurel Shimasaki lives in New Orleans. Her work appears in Catapult, New Delta Review, Hobart, Jellyfish Review, Maudlin House, Queen Mob’s Tea House, and elsewhere.